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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.