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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.