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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.