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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.