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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Index,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.