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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.