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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.