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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.