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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.