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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.