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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Monks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.