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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.