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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.