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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.