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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.