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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s 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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.