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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.