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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.