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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
PIL,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.