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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.