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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.