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 Lebanon 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.