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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.