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 Bangladesh 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.