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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
the Association,
the Swans,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.