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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Magma,
Television,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.