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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.