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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.