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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.