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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.