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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.