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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Fear,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
the Human League,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.