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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.