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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.