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 Italy 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.