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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.