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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.