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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.