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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.