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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.