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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.