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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.