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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.