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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.