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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.