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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.