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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.