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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.