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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.