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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.