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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.