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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.