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 Angola and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
UT,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
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.