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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.