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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.