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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.