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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.