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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.