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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Names,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.