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 Israel 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.