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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.