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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Visage,
X-101,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.