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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.