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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.