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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.