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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.