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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.