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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.