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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Pole,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.