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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.