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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.