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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.