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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.