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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.