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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.