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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Quantec 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.