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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.