Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.