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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.