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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.