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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.