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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.