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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.