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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.