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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.