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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.