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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.