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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Nico,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.