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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.