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 Bhutan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.