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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
New Order,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.