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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.