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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.