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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.