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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.