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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Television,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.