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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.