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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
the Slits,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Nico,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.