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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Ponytail,
New Order,
ABC,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.