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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.