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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
MDC,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.