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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.