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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.