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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.