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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.