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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.