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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.