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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.