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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.