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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.