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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.