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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.