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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.