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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.