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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.