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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.