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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
New Order,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.