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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.