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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.