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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.