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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.