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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.