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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.