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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.