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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.