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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.