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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Sound,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.