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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.