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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.