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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.