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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.