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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.