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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swans,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.