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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.