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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.