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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Scion,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.