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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Brick,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.