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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.