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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Monks,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.