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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.