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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.