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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Rekid,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.