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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.