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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.