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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.