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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.