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 Togo and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.