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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
the Swans,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.