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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Wire,
June Days,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.