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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.