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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
X-101,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.