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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Slave,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Echospace,
New Order,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.