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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.