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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.