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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.