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 Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.