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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.