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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.