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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.