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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.