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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.