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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
DNA,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.