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 Italy and from New York.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.