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 Austria 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.