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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.