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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Gong,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.