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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.