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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.