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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.