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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
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Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.