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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.