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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.