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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.