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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.