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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
CMW,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.