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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Main Source,
X-101,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.