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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Slave,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
The Martian,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.