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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.