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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.