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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.