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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.