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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.