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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.