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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Index,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.