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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Smog,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.