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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Moebius,
ABC,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.