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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.