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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Selecter,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.