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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.