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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.