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 Djibouti 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.