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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.