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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.