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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
New Order,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.