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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.