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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.