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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
MDC,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.