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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.