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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
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.