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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.