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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.