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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.