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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.