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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.