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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Index,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.