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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.