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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.