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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.