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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.