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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Technova,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.