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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.