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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.