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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.