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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.