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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.