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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Television,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.