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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.