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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Litter,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.