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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.