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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.