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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Nico,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Slave,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.