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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.