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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.