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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.