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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.