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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.