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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
10cc,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.