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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Wings,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.