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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Index,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.