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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.