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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.