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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.