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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.