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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.