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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.