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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.