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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.