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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Skaos 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.