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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.