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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.