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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.