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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Index,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.