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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.