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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.