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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Skarface,
cv313,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.