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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.