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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.