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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.