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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.