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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.