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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.