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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.