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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.