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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.