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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.