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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.