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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.