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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.