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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Can,
DNA,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.