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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.