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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.