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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Lalann,
June Days,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.