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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.