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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.