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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.