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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.