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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.