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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.