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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.