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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.