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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
KRS-One,
UT,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.