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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.