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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.