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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.