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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Wings to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.