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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Echospace,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.