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 Korea North 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.