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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.