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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.