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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.