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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Ossler,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.