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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.