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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.