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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Pylon,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.