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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.