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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
The Index,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.