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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
AZ,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.