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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.