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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.