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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.