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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.