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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.