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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.