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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.