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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.