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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.