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 Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.