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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.