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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.