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 Finland and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.