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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.