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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Nas,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.