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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.