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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The Wake,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.