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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.