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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
June Days,
The Associates,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.