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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.