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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.