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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.