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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.