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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.