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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.