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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.