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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.