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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.