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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.