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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.