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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Television,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.