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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.