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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.