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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.