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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.