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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.