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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.