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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.