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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.