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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
UT,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.