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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.