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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.