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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 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 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.