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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Wire,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.