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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.