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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.