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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.