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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.