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 Algeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.