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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.