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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.