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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Nas,
DNA,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.