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 United Kingdom 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.