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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.