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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.