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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hashim,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
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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.