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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.