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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Pagans 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.