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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.