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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.