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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.