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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.