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 Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Kayak,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.