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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.