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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.