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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.