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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.