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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.