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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.