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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.