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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.