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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.