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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.