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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.