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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.