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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.