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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
the Association,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.