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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.