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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Hoover,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.