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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.