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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.