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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.