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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.