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 Germany and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.