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 United States 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.