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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.