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 Spain 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.