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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.