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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.