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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.