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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.