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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.