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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Television,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.