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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.