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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.