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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Symarip,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.