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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.