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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Television,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.