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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.