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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.