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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.