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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
UT,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.