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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.