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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.