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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kayak,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.