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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.