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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.