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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.