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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.