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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.