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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Shoche,
Smog,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.