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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
MDC,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.