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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.