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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Neu!,
X-101,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.