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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.