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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.