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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Index,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.