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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.