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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.