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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.