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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.