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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.