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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.