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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.