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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.