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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.