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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.