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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.