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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.