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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.