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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.