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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.