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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.