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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.