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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.