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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.