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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Ten City,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.