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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.