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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Sonics,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.