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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.