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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.