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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.