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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.