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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.