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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.