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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.