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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.