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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.