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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.