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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.