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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.