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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.