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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.