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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.