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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.