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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.