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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.