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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.