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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.