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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.