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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.