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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.