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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.