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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
10cc,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.