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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
cv313,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.