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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.