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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 Bremen and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.