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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.