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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.