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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.