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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
the Human League,
UT,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.