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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.