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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
New Order,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.