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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.