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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.