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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.