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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.