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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.