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 Belarus and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.