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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.