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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.