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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.