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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.