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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Nico,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.