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 Mauritius 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.