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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Index,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.