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 Antigua 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.