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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.