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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.