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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.