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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
10cc,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.