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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.