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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.