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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.