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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.