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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.