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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.