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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.