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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.