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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.