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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.