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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.