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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Pagans,
PIL,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.