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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Evens,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.