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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Cybotron 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.