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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.