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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.