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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Surgeon 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
AZ,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.