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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.