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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.