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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.