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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.