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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.