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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
X-101,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.