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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '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 Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.