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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Technova to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.