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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.