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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.