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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.