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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.