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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.