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 Paraguay 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Brick,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.