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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.