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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.