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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.